The horse appears out of place in the southwestern desert.
My horse Wally is a western horse. He has a weak jog, a smooth rope, and a hike that covers the ground a little “let’s go somewhere” but not quite “let’s get it over with so he can get back to the barn.” His copper coat is red copper and then he dives into white, which is a kind of glamorous sign that the cowboy loves. Formally speaking, Wally is a muscular, brave, muscular man on a broad horse. ”
However, one region lacks Wally, the strange western horse. It is completely sad when it comes to feeling the cow.
Urban cowhorse
In all the years Wally spent in Southern California, this fault was negligible. Walwal and I are more likely to cross tracks using a diesel tractor platform than any type of cow. Certainly, our rather rustic community was filled with creatures like dwarf goats, geese, brothers, and dried pigs, and Wali got used to members of Noah’s ark. But the cows? Nothing
Now Walle and I live in the middle of Arizona, we can’t avoid cows. Or direct. Or calves. Or whatever common standard locals choose to use. Livestock is a way of life here.
Three of the most popular social activities are traction, team equipment, and farm classification. It goes without saying that each requires the participation of a horse willing to chase a cow in some way. Consequently, I constantly reject invitations to such events.
Please understand that I fully appreciate the mythical ingenuity of western horses that possess the cow’s sense. I am often amazed at the chunks of horses that instinctively exceed 800 pounds of roast beef. I also came to speak about the potential language of cows. I’ve learned that a good indication of talent is Colt’s complicity with “looking at a cow” or better yet “looking at a cow”. Both portend the horse’s maximum ability to “make a cow.”
She has learned that Wally is very talented at working to finish her schedule. Other talents include watching me make a pellet bucket and looking at me (with disdain) when I turn on the electric shear machine. Bottom line: Wally will graduate from Cowpony College.
Despite hating cows, Wally can’t completely avoid cattle. It is located around the base of our mountain range in a wide area of tall prairie grasslands. It is the primary property for Angus cattle grazing, and young cattle may rent short-term grazing rights from the state.
This is the main reason why every Wally and I gate, whether tagged as a forest gate or cattle gate, passes a strong and reliable lock. Cattle can lurk in the tall grass that grows between the oak forests and pine forests.
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Fortunately, there is only one flock of Angus and half-calves, remarkably docile. They are grazing on a parcel of land in the state of Arizona, and we, my guardian, crossed our path into the Williamson Valley. Although it took close to ten encounters, the Wali has reached a tolerance for the pack, even if its members insist on relaxing on the path we travel.
Knowing Wally like me, I think he has already canceled. They move with slow, thoughtful steps, slowly closing their huge eyes as if waking up from a long nap. Each carries a set of ear tags, one is red, the other is bright green, like a pair of thick, mismatched plastic earrings. The marks are numbered and serve to identify the property and specific grazing areas.
One of the little cows, which has the number tag H07, is especially friendly. She has decided that she is the group’s designated ambassador. Sweet H07 usually falls towards Wally every time we get closer, greeting us with a big larb with a huge pink tongue.
There is something that disarms H07. I’m sure Wally would agree to this because his concerns about mixing with the pigs have been allayed. Do not misunderstand. I will definitely not be participating in the team competition next month. But at least thanks to H07, I can now officially announce that Wally will finally see a cow.
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